Sheepfold
S-eek the true sheepfold,
H-ope for the soul's salvation;
A-llow not your own life to walk the road to perdition.
A-im at the sheepfold,
S-earch for the narrow door;
U-ntil you finally find
N-o way but the Savior.
C-hoose the one right path,
I-t's more precious than gold;
O-n January twenty-second,
N-ever ignore the sheepfold.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2019
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